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Who: Milla, the Psiioniic, and the Signless
What: A cheerful trip to the post office to pick up a package! WHAT COULD GO WRONG.
Where: The Post Office, followed by the hospital
When: January 20, afternoon
Warnings: Gore. Lots and lots of blood and trauma and sudden forced amputation.

Milla was expecting something charming and quaint, like the rest of this town. She's heard, of course, that it's not as friendly as it appears, but as far as she's seen the natives haven't been a threat; she's gotten the idea that it's more the town itself, and since she's been having rather a lot of fun she assumed picking up a package was something more normal, like her home life or her job.

So when she accepts the package with a smile, leaning over to sign the dotted line, she's expecting the fee to be something more monetary. She's expecting to pay some small custom and head back out to where Psii and Signless are waiting to take a stroll through town with her and go grocery shopping. What she most certainly is not expecting is to feel sudden, blinding pain as her legs feel as if they are being violently ripped away from her body, and find herself collapsing on what's left of them in her own blood on the floor as she cries out, shocked and pained.

She looks down to her bleeding stumps, where her lovely dancer's legs abruptly end just below her knees, and then up at the Postman, adjusting the missing parts under his arm with a jaunty smile. As he disappears into the back, she screams.

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For days now, the Psiioniic has been on edge. Who wouldn't be? His tougher Alternian body, gone. His psionics, nothing left. The town he's in is unfamiliar and has been repeatedly stated as cruel, untrustworthy. The one individual in all of Alternian space he would rather never see is here in this place and has gloated over his fate, the fates of his loved ones.

He found a fucking eyeball floating up to the surface in a bottle of milk.

An individual as skittish as that is of course going to react quickly and all of Signless' reassurances from before are tossed right out the window as the Psiioniic bursts into action. Eyes wide, he slams open the post office's doors and nearly feels his heart stops at what he sees.

Her blood is red. Bright red. Just like...

Where the Psiioniic's heart freezes up and his emotions go haywire, his body smoothly shifts into instinct and habit. This is not the first person he's seen suddenly lose their legs from right out under them. He doesn't stop moving for a second, shrugging out of his coat even as he looks around to make sure there isn't a threat. In seconds, he's kneeling besides her and trying to smother the wounds with his discarded article of clothing.

oh god oh god oh ancestors it's red red red red red red red red red red red red red red RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED-

"ETH!!"

Signless is booking it inside in a heartbeat. Blood is pounding in his head, panic rising and burning in the back of his throat like bile. "Psii, Milla?!"

Oh. Oh Ancestors. What happened, she was only supposed to be retrieving a package! But there's blood, bright mutant candy red blood just like his all over Milla and the floor and on Psii...it's a nightmare.

Don't panic, Signless. The last thing that needs to happen is you panicking. Remember what Lulu taught you about treating wounds. He draws in a quick, sharp breath and practically tears off his jacket and lays it over Milla.

"Psii, we need to get her to the hospitalhive. Right now."

Milla gasps for breath, clutching at the two of them and letting out another wail, but she's almost going into shock now. She leans into Psii as he tries to staunch the bloodflow, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"Have to elevate it," she murmurs dazedly against him. "The legs. Lift them. Apply pressure. And the hospital...We have to go, right now. Like you said."

It's a pretty severe wound, losing both legs, she knows. She clutches the package against her chest, wondering what on earth was so important it would be worth two limbs. Idly, she thinks that maybe it's a punishment, for failing to protect what was important.

"Milla-" A part of him wants to tell her to just, for once, stop talking, but that can't be right. He can't let her fall unconscious. Feferi had said how death is strange in this place, but that doesn't matter. For once... He can't fail.

(Not like he'll fail back home, letting his best friends be captured, letting Signless and Disciple and Dolorosa suffer when he could have done something, anything, oh god there's so much red staining his sleeves red against his hands did Signless bleed this much-)

"Keep talking, thtay with uth- Eth, go get a car, hurry!" There's no way he'll leave her side. She was his responsibility. She was his, and he let this happen to her. It's a good thing human males apparently wear so many layers- the next thing to go is his suit jacket. There's so much blood, it won't stop leaking through, dammit-! Leaning down, he tries to pick her up in his arms, keeping those legs higher. The red is getting everywhere, pants and shirt and he presses a clumsy kiss to her cheek. His broken wrist is screaming in pain, but it seems so distant and unimportant right now. "We'll be okay, we'll be okay, don't worry."

Signless is ripping off another layer, his sweater, to add over top Psiioniic's jacket to cover the bleeding stumps. He should have known better. He'd had an awful, nagging feeling in the back of his mind since they left the house but he'd ignored it. Why did he ignore it, those feelings are never something he should ignore. Now Milla is missing her lower legs and bleeding everywhere-

No, no, no, stop! There'll be time for guilt later. Right now Milla is the priority. He takes a moment to cup her cheek and quickly kiss her forehead. "Milla, listen to Psii. Keep talking. Please keep talking." He jerks his attention to Psii. "Follow me. The cold will help slow down the bleeding." A brief pap to his best friend's cheek, the most reassurance he can supply right now, and he's running outside.

In retrospect, walking to the post office is the second worst thing they could have done. The first is coming at all.

"Psii- Psii, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. Will you look after the kids..? Raz and Lili too, they're good kids, I don't want to leave them all alone..."

She leans into him, her breathing light and quick, and tries not to cry from the throbbing pain where her legs were. They're gone. Gone, just like that.

"Get me out of here. Please."

"I thaid you're going to be fucking okay." Despite the harsh words, his tone is eerily calm as he cradles her close, not caring about how the blood begins to seep into his clothes or how cold it is when he follows after Signless into the cold air. "You're going to be okay, your kidth are going to be okay, everything ith going to be okay."

He squeezes his hand around her arm, ignoring the sharp spark of pain that goes up his arm from his wrist. Leaning down, he presses his face against hers and gets to walking. Fuck his wrist.

"We'll make it. You'll be okay. I won't let anything happen to you." They need a car, he knows, but he can't just stand still.

Finding a car with the keys on a crowded street is harder than it seems. He's run up half the sidewalk, leaving bloody footprints in the light dusting of snow and nothing. He reaches the end of the street and falls flat on his face when he tries to turn too fast.
Signless tries to scramble back to his feet, palms stinging from the ice and gravel, and makes a grab for the handle of the nearest car to pull himself up-

And ends up falling again when the door swings open.

"Psii! Over here!" Right now he doesn't care if it has keys in it or not, it's unlocked. He'll push it to the damn hopsitalhive if he has to.

"But you need to tell them, while I'm in the hospital, I can't look after them-" She shivers against the cold, hugging Psii tight. "I think I'm going to pass out." She's losing way too much blood.

He's already starting to rush, hoping Milla doesn't hold it against him. His grip tightens at her words and he grits his teeth. "Don't. Keep talking. Tell me how to take care of them. Tell me what to do."

Nearly skidding to a stop besides the car- fucking ice- he scrambles inside. Not once does he let go of Milla, even if it makes getting inside means his head smacking against the roof and his spine grinding against the top of the door opening. Blood is getting everywhere. He doesn't care.

"Get it going, Eth!" The fact that his best friend apparently doesn't know how to drive- are there even keys, he can't see- doesn't concern him.